Nenjah Nycist - Coming for Ya [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Alright, alright, alright, revenge
August second coming, August second coming, August second coming, come on
I rap, I produce, I engineer, nigga get it clear

I kick it first put a system in my hearse to wake the dead with my verses sto-
Yo fuck that
I ain’t with the speculation bitch you know I goes in
Step on ya stages bitches heads turn like the Omen
So official blow the whistle I’m like Edward Snowden
Keep the gutter by my side, I’m bowling
You keep trolling, haters just a nuisance
Hot like this Houston
Yo shit ain’t even lukewarm
I detonate this nuke bomb, everything disintegrate even your neutrons
Rock shades with my suit on
You folding like a futon, crunchtime, crunchtime, yeah I’m after croutons
Driving someone’s Yukon
Getting head like Jimmy Neutron from your toucan
Hitting a big joint like Ruben, superhuman
Blind a bitch I’m shining at a million lumens
It’s true mon, it’s true mon, it’s true son, it’s true son
Niggas ain’t fucking with me or my new shit
New rapper with a voice and I actually use it

Revenge, revenge, revenge
Fuck ya’ll niggas that backstabbed me

I’m coming for ‘em, yeah I’m coming
August 2nd, August 2nd yeah I’m coming for ‘em

Misery loves company I’m like Martin when it comes to company
See close friends become fraudulent
My downfall is what they want to see
Went from fronting them to them fronting on me
You sucker motherfuckers ya’ll can go and suck my D
You ain’t on your Q’s and P’s ask my ninja B
You should dot your eyes and cross your t’s
But you backwards ninja we know
You cross your eyes like Deebo
My weed smoke is illegal even where it’s legal
Trees stinky like it’s B.O so we hot-boxing our vehicle
Thinking out the box P.O I’m looking like a hero
See I drink a little henny I’m a little Trini but shout to Puerto Rico
This the city of god no Rio
And I apologize for the ego but she’ll love me after like three strokes
Steadily chasing them c-notes, on that ass like a speedo
Life ain’t nothing like tivo, yo
I’m tight everytime I write that Nenjah Nyc he get hype
Gotta say it twice, Nyc nice all up in your head better comb for lice
Better get it right
If I die tonight be the best that ever did it, ever spit, ain’t no one like him
Yeah you motherfucking right…

Written by NenJah Nycist 2014